Who would live always

Coll. by Mitchell
Transc. by Parler
J.H Ray and his son Virgil
Fayetteville, Ark.
March 28, 1950
Reel 15-16, Item 4
Who Would Live Alway?
Oh, who would live alway, alway from their God?
Alway from your heaven, your blissful abode?
Where rivers of pleasure flow bright o'er the plain,
The noon-tide of glory eternally reigns.
I would not live always, I ask not to stay,
Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way,
The few lurid mornings that dawn o'er us here
Are enough for life's wounds, are enough for its cheers.
The saints of all ages in harmony meet,
Their Savior and brethren transported to greet,
While anthems of rapture unceasingly roll,
The smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul.
Collected by Merlin Mitchell
Transcribed by Mary C. Parler
J.H. Ray and his son Virgil
Fayetteville, Ark.
March 28, 1950
Reel 15-16, Item 4
Who Would Live Alway?
Oh, who would live alway, alway from their God?
Alway from your heaven, your blissful abode?
Where rivers of pleasure flow bright o'er the plain,
The noon-tide of glory eternally reigns.
I would not live always, I ask not to stay,
Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way,
The few lurid mornings that dawn o'er us here
Are enough for life's wounds, are enough for its cheers.
The saints of all ages in harmony meet,
Their Savior and brethren transported to greet,
While anthems of rapture unceasingly roll,
The smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul.
Collected by Merlin Mitchell
Transcribed by Mary C. Parler
J.H. Ray and his son Virgil
Fayetteville, Ark.
March 28, 1950
Reel 15—16, Item 4
Who Would live Alway?
Oh, who would live alway, alway from their God?
Alway from your heaven, your blissful abode?
Where rivers of pleasure flow bright o'er the plain,
The noon-tide of glory eternally reigns.
I would not live always, I ask not to stay,
Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way,
The few lurid mornings that dawn o'er us here
Are enough for life's wounds, are enough for its cheers.
The saints of all ages in harmony meet,
Their Savior and brethren transported to greet,
While anthems of rapture unceasingly roll,
The smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul.
Collected by Merlin Mitchell
Transcribed by Mary C. Parler
J.H. Ray and hie eon Virgil
Fayetteville, Ark.
March 28, 1950
Reel 15-16, Item 4
Who Would Live Alway?
Oh, who would live alway, alway from their God?
Alway from your heaven, your blissful abode?
Where rivers of pleasure flow bright o'er the plain,
The noon-tide of glory eternally reigns.
I would not live always, I ask not to stay,
Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way,
The few lurid mornings that dawn o'er us here
Are enough for life's wounds, are enough for its cheers.
The Saints of all ages in harmony meet,
Their Savior and brethren transported to greet,
While anthems of rapture unceasingly roll.
The smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul.

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Coll. by Mitchell
Transc. by Parler
J.H Ray and his son Virgil
Fayetteville, Ark.
March 28, 1950
Reel 15-16, Item 4
Who Would Live Alway?
Oh, who would live alway, alway from their God?
Alway from your heaven, your blissful abode?
Where rivers of pleasure flow bright o'er the plain,
The noon-tide of glory eternally reigns.
I would not live always, I ask not to stay,
Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way,
The few lurid mornings that dawn o'er us here
Are enough for life's wounds, are enough for its cheers.
The saints of all ages in harmony meet,
Their Savior and brethren transported to greet,
While anthems of rapture unceasingly roll,
The smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul.
Collected by Merlin Mitchell
Transcribed by Mary C. Parler
J.H. Ray and his son Virgil
Fayetteville, Ark.
March 28, 1950
Reel 15-16, Item 4
Who Would Live Alway?
Oh, who would live alway, alway from their God?
Alway from your heaven, your blissful abode?
Where rivers of pleasure flow bright o'er the plain,
The noon-tide of glory eternally reigns.
I would not live always, I ask not to stay,
Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way,
The few lurid mornings that dawn o'er us here
Are enough for life's wounds, are enough for its cheers.
The saints of all ages in harmony meet,
Their Savior and brethren transported to greet,
While anthems of rapture unceasingly roll,
The smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul.
Collected by Merlin Mitchell
Transcribed by Mary C. Parler
J.H. Ray and his son Virgil
Fayetteville, Ark.
March 28, 1950
Reel 15—16, Item 4
Who Would live Alway?
Oh, who would live alway, alway from their God?
Alway from your heaven, your blissful abode?
Where rivers of pleasure flow bright o'er the plain,
The noon-tide of glory eternally reigns.
I would not live always, I ask not to stay,
Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way,
The few lurid mornings that dawn o'er us here
Are enough for life's wounds, are enough for its cheers.
The saints of all ages in harmony meet,
Their Savior and brethren transported to greet,
While anthems of rapture unceasingly roll,
The smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul.
Collected by Merlin Mitchell
Transcribed by Mary C. Parler
J.H. Ray and hie eon Virgil
Fayetteville, Ark.
March 28, 1950
Reel 15-16, Item 4
Who Would Live Alway?
Oh, who would live alway, alway from their God?
Alway from your heaven, your blissful abode?
Where rivers of pleasure flow bright o'er the plain,
The noon-tide of glory eternally reigns.
I would not live always, I ask not to stay,
Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way,
The few lurid mornings that dawn o'er us here
Are enough for life's wounds, are enough for its cheers.
The Saints of all ages in harmony meet,
Their Savior and brethren transported to greet,
While anthems of rapture unceasingly roll.
The smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul.